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Poem by Stephen Crane


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There was a great cathedral.
To solemn songs,
A white procession
Moved toward the altar.
The chief man there
Was erect, and bore himself proudly.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.



Stephen Crane


Stephen Crane's other poems:
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  2. You tell me this is God?
  3. Many red devils ran from my heart
  4. The ocean said to me once
  5. In the night


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